Yesterday was gorgeous. I brought Bella out and hooked her leash to her long line so she could be outside with me while I did some gardening. Just weeding and bringing some branches to the curb. For several minutes she just stood and watched me. Then I went over to her and helped her sit down. She sat and watched me. After about 15 or 20 minutes she got up and turned to face the door. She wanted to go in to her corner next to her bed on my cement floor. Perhaps it was too warm for her with her thick, black coat. Or perhaps she needed to end the challenge. I took her back in so she could go to her safe place.
This morning, after she ate, I sat with her and talked with her softly, petting her. I think she liked it. She seemed relaxed. My cat, Circe, was drawn to my whispers and came in to investigate, jumping up on the window sill above our heads, then left. Bella settled down for a nap. The cats seem to regard her as a curiosity. The only excitement Bella provides is when she ambles awkwardly to the front door when I call her to go out. Usually the cats come, too, since they are used to me calling them to take them to the pottery studio. When they see that I am waiting for Bella, they position themselves to watch, either on the cat tree or under a chair. Not with any excessive nervousness, just with cat caution.
The question of medication has been raised by a few people now. I think of it myself and I am interested. I don't want her to suffer unnecessarily. Of course, it concerns me that I may be entering into an expensive endeavor that I cannot afford. Training is also going to be necessary. She is completely illiterate with regard to all the basic commands; sit, come, down. Perhaps I could get ahold of a training protocol and do the work myself.
This morning, after she ate, I sat with her and talked with her softly, petting her. I think she liked it. She seemed relaxed. My cat, Circe, was drawn to my whispers and came in to investigate, jumping up on the window sill above our heads, then left. Bella settled down for a nap. The cats seem to regard her as a curiosity. The only excitement Bella provides is when she ambles awkwardly to the front door when I call her to go out. Usually the cats come, too, since they are used to me calling them to take them to the pottery studio. When they see that I am waiting for Bella, they position themselves to watch, either on the cat tree or under a chair. Not with any excessive nervousness, just with cat caution.
The question of medication has been raised by a few people now. I think of it myself and I am interested. I don't want her to suffer unnecessarily. Of course, it concerns me that I may be entering into an expensive endeavor that I cannot afford. Training is also going to be necessary. She is completely illiterate with regard to all the basic commands; sit, come, down. Perhaps I could get ahold of a training protocol and do the work myself.
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